Smoke And Mirrors, Part 32

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Smoke & Mirrors
Part 32: The Husband Returns:

Giselle was concerned about how she would reveal her new smoking habit to
Serge. He would be home about 4 pm and Suzanne and Jill would arrive at 9 pm.
She didn't have much time. She started to prepare for his arrival.

Giselle placed some lit candles in the bedroom and changed into her sexiest
lingerie. She had put on more make up than was her usual practice, applying
perfume to her neck and along her thighs. She admired herself in the mirror.
"Yes, I am still a good looking woman." She carefully slipped into her long
burgundy velour robe and placed the bottle of white wine in the silver ice
bucket. She retrieved her package of the VS 120's from the kitchen and placed
them in the night table on her side of the bed. It was perfect. She was
ready.

Serge arrived shortly after four. As he slowly dragged himself through the
front door, Giselle was there immediately with a long deep kiss. She lingered
in his arms, as they kissed. Serge noticed that her mouth had a bit of a
smoky taste, a remnant of the numerous cigarettes that she had smoked in
earnest before his arrival. He was reminded of the last time he had seen
Giselle smoke. He began to stiffen almost instantly.

"Giselle, what has come over you?" he said excitedly.

"Well, I just missed you. That's all." Giselle cooed as she smiled.

"I have a little surprise for you, Serge. It's like a bit of a homecoming
party. Please, come with me," she whispered as she gently led him by the hand
towards the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Serge's nose crinkled slightly, as he walked through the living room. There
was the distinct smell of cigarette smoke in the house. Distracted by his
wife's amorous behavior, he quickly rationalized that Danielle must have been
over earlier. She must have smoked a number of cigarettes in his house, as
the smell was quite strong.

As they arrived in the bedroom, he saw the lit candles and the wine being
chilled by the bed. He knew immediately what Giselle had in mind. "Oh, honey,
do you think we have time? The girls will be here soon." Serge said
nervously.

"Serge, we have lots of time. I've missed you so much. I've gone to a lot of
trouble. You won't be sorry, I promise." Giselle said seductively.

"Open the wine, and slip into something a bit more comfortable," she said as
she motioned to Serge's silk robe which had been laid at the end of the bed.
"I'll be right back," she said, smiling

She gave Serge some time to get out of his traveling clothes. She arrived
with the two chilled crystal glasses, just as he was slipping on his robe. He
watched as she poured the sparkling wine into the glasses. They gently
clinked glasses as they toasted his return from the long business trip, each
taking a long sip.

She paused a moment. Serge sensed that something was wrong.

"Is there anything wrong Giselle? Are you nervous about Suzanne's arrival? Or
are you worried about smoking in front of her?" he questioned.

"Well, I guess a bit of both. Do you mind if I try a cigarette before she
gets here?" she said, casually taking a long sip of her wine.

"Sure, if you think that would help." Serge said taking the bait.

She casually reached into the drawer and pulled out the package of 120's, a
lighter, and a large crystal ashtray. She carefully undid her robe and let it
drop to the ground to reveal her well-shaped body highlighted by the see
through lingerie. She slowly and carefully put the long cigarette to her
lips. She glanced over to look at Serge. His eyes were like saucers.

"Is that cigarette a bit longer than usual, or is it my imagination?" he
said, his voice nearly trembling.

"Oh, one of my friends smokes these, so I thought I would give them a try."
She carefully picked up the candle and expertly touched the flame to the tip
of the cigarette. Gone was any awkwardness. The draw was long and slow-a
perfect ball of smoke escaped her lips for but a moment. It quickly
disappeared as she inhaled deeply. She held the smoke for what seemed an
eternity. Then with her profile in near silhouette in front of the candle,
she exhaled a long voluminous cloud of smoke. This performance was not lost
on Serge. He was immediately hard as a rock. He had never seen Giselle inhale
so deeply.

"I have to admit, you certainly have learned how to smoke. You look like
you're really enjoying it. Just like a real smoker." he said incredulously.

"Well, yes. That's what you wanted me to do. Don't you remember?" she said
coyly. "So, what do you think of these longer cigarettes. Do you think they
look glamorous?" she said sexily.

"Uhhhh, well- no, I mean yes, what I mean is that you look quite nice with a
long cigarette." He paused as he continued to stutter. "It makes you look so
very sexy."

"Oh Serge, aren't you the naughty boy?" she said, using a little girl's
voice. "So you think this looks sexy?" She placed the cigarette between her
lips, and let it dangle as she slipped the straps from her shoulders and let
her nightgown fall to the ground. She reprised her performance, taking an
even larger amount of smoke into her lungs. She arched her totally naked body
as she exhaled another perfect cone  of thick delicious smoke.

"Giselle, what has come over you? I've never seen you act like this before."
He said, continuing to stutter.

"I'm just enjoying my cigarette," she purred. Giselle reached over and gently
took hold of his member. "What has come over me? -. The real question is what
has come over you?" as she gently stroked his penis which was erect and near
explosion.

Serge shuddered with pleasure.

"It's just-how can I say this? You're like a different person, when I see you
smoking. I know this might sound silly, but you look- how can I put it- like
a `bad girl.' It's just so unlike you."

Giselle took one more long drag, performing a snap inhale, then letting the
smoke escape from both her nose and her mouth this time. She was showing off.
She knew it.

"I `am' a bad girl!" as she purred as she moved closer.

Showing no mercy, she kissed him deeply. The strong taste of the smoke in her
mouth only increased his excitement. She was the aggressor, as she pushed
Serge onto his back, and began to tease his charged member with her tongue
and soft lips.

"Do you want me now, Serge? Do you want your bad girl now?" she whispered.

"Oh yes-Yes! Yes! Please?" he begged.

With the cigarette in her left hand, she carefully mounted Serge. She guided
his rock hard penis into her hot waiting wet vagina.

She inhaled again. She began to stroke his penis with her rhythmic thrusts.
The smoke escaped from her smiling lips upwards in another long endless
plume.

"Yes, Yes- more- Please- Please." Serge whimpered. He was mesmerized as she
exhaled another long plume.

"So you like me as a bad girl?" she cooed as she continued to ride him.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. More! Please?"

She dragged as hard as she could and inhaled, then she dragged again. The
smoke escaped from her mouth and nose, nearly surrounding them with a thick
hazy cloud.

"More? You want more?" She continued to ride Serge. "Bad girls smoke. Isn't
that right Serge?"

"Yes -Yes. Yes. They do!" he moaned.

"You mean like this!" as she reached over for the cigarette burning in the
ashtray.

She took another extra long drag inhaling deeply, then another. "Like this
Serge. Like this!"

He moaned, "Yes!"

"So you like a bad girl who smokes." She continued to thrust again and again.

"Yes, yes," he moaned.

"Well, your bad girl likes to smoke. And you want your bad girl to be happy.
Isn't that right Serge?" she said, pressing down again on his rock hard
penis.

Serge moaned as his body began to shudder as he started to reach his climax.
"Yes-Yes-Yes-"

"This bad girl loves to smoke!!! She needs to smoke. That's what your bad
girl wants. Do you understand?" She said, increasing the rhythmic motion.

"Yes! Yes! I understand! I understand!" He was totally out of breath.

"Goooooood. I knew that you would feel that way." she said, smiling as she
made her vagina contract around him one more time as she thrust again. As she
made the last deep push, they both came, in a heaving rush.

It was heaven on earth. After they were spent, she fell on top of him, in
total exhaustion. After resting a minute, she slowly rolled over.

They both lay there quietly trying to regain their senses.

Serge was totally exhausted and in a dream like state, staring upwards at the
ceiling trying to gather his thoughts. Had all this really happened? He still
couldn't believe it. He had never seen Giselle smoke like that, so deeply
like a real smoker. And now she was smoking while they were having sex. Had
his innocent plan gone  out of control. And why had it excited him so? He lay
there confused and exhausted.

It remained very quiet for a moment.

The brief silence was broken by the sound of the lighter's smooth and precise
click. Serge heard the discernable sound of the cigarette crackle as his wife
touched the flame to her long cigarette, sucking intensely. He lay there
quietly listening to Giselle's deep inhales and exhales, as he heard the
smoke being drawn deeply into Giselle's lungs over and over again. He
remembered her words during the lovemaking. "This bad girl loves to smoke,
needs to smoke." He carefully glanced over at Giselle, who was sitting up in
bed. He could see her dragging long and deeply on her cigarette. She was
smoking with such intensity. This just couldn't be. She had said she was
smoking only three or four a day. Something had changed while he had been
away on his trip.

Despite his exhaustion, his penis stiffened again.

Giselle continued to smoke with conviction. She finally spoke. "You know,
this was your idea," she said while holding the long smoldering cigarette in
front of his face.

He paused a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well, yes, I guess it was." he
said softly.

"I want to keep smoking, even after I smoke with Suzanne. I never imagined
that I would like it, but I do. It's a choice that I have made." She said as
she inhaled again more deeply.

"I guess there's nothing I can really say." Serge said, meekly realizing that
any resistance would be futile.

"Well, I'm glad that this is settled. So no more talk about smoking?" Giselle
said, inhaling another drag on her cigarette.

"No, no more talk." Serge acquiesced.

"Good," she said.

Giselle knew that she had Serge just where he wanted him. He would have to
remain silent about her smoking. How could he say anything? After all her
accidental addiction to cigarettes was entirely his fault. She dragged again,
filling her lungs with the nicotine they demanded. It had been his idea.
Hadn't it? She recalled his words. "She was supposed to learn to smoke like
she was really enjoying it." Well, she had done just what he had asked.
Ironically she "was" really enjoying it! She dragged again.

Suzanne would be here soon. She was apprehensive about smoking her first
cigarette with her daughter. She knew that this was going to be a moment that
they would both remember. She wasn't sure when or how she would do it, but
she knew it would be soon. She took the last drag on the cigarette and
extinguished it carefully in the crystal ashtray. She quickly lit another.
Serge's penis remained stiff. He continued his silence.

The Nicotine Angels looked down from heaven. They took long drags on their
cigarettes and blew perfect smoke rings that linked magically into a long
endless white chain of smoke, symbolic of the chain of cigarettes that
Giselle would now smoke from this day on.

In unison they said, "It's a woman thing!

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